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Jun 20
Who is this lower self?
Barbarically weak
Seeker of wealth
While I sleep
He drives me blind
Façades of fears
Thoughts unkind
I grab and hold and tie him down
he has no strength only pronouns
But soon enough I tire
Tempted by this ever present
white liar…

Never give up!
Traveler 🧳 Tim
Traveler
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Traveler  62/M/Traverse City Mi.
(62/M/Traverse City Mi.)   
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